Selections from Byron, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats and BrowningCharles Townsend Copeland, Henry Milner Rideout American book Company, 1909 - 311 páginas |
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... wander- ings , he returned to England in 1811 , " without a hope , " he said , " and almost without a desire , . sick of poesy , " but with " some 4000 lines , of one kind and another , " written on his travels . Within a month his ...
... wander- ings , he returned to England in 1811 , " without a hope , " he said , " and almost without a desire , . sick of poesy , " but with " some 4000 lines , of one kind and another , " written on his travels . Within a month his ...
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... wandering beam , And of the cold — dull — swimming — dense Sensation of recurring sense , And then subsiding back to death , And then again a little breath , SELECTIONS - 5 1185 1190 1195 A little thrill- a short suspense , — An icy ...
... wandering beam , And of the cold — dull — swimming — dense Sensation of recurring sense , And then subsiding back to death , And then again a little breath , SELECTIONS - 5 1185 1190 1195 A little thrill- a short suspense , — An icy ...
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... , but can see what a great and fortunate debt he owed to his sister . They made many journeys together : to Germany in 1798 , where Wordsworth , wandering the frozen streets of Goslar in a fur pelisse and dogskin bonnet Introduction 73.
... , but can see what a great and fortunate debt he owed to his sister . They made many journeys together : to Germany in 1798 , where Wordsworth , wandering the frozen streets of Goslar in a fur pelisse and dogskin bonnet Introduction 73.
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... before its time : She wander'd up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb : But never reach'd the town . 1 A clock in a church - tower . 14c 440 The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and 90 William Wordsworth.
... before its time : She wander'd up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb : But never reach'd the town . 1 A clock in a church - tower . 14c 440 The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and 90 William Wordsworth.
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... wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass 585 Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to the vale 590 Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a ...
... wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass 585 Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to the vale 590 Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Athens beauty beneath birds breath bright Browning Byron Château de Chillon child Chillon cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth Dowden dream earth England English Essays eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers friends galloped glory green happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE Hervé Riel hills hope hour JOHN KEATS Keats lake Leigh Hunt light limbs live look Lord Byron Matthew Arnold Mazeppa morning mountain NEIDPATH CASTLE never night o'er once pain passed PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Pheidippides poems poet poet's poetry praise Prisoner of Chillon R. H. Hutton rock round Ruth seem'd Shelley Shelley's sight silent sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul spirit star sweet thee thine things thou art thought trees twas voice wandering waves wild wind Wordsworth wrote Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 85 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 253 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it. Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Página 85 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 184 - My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare...
Página 220 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Página 270 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 266 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 140 - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Página 23 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 173 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.